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6 comments:
I am sure someone already had this idea but:
If Scientology had this instead of all that Clambake nonsense, they wouldn't have all the problems they have.
I know I would be more accepting if, instead of trying to kill me for criticizing them, they offered me some of that Catherine Bell ass.
Bad news for the lubricant industry. I smell another bailout.
Too bad, because I heard the aliens were supposed to be bringing the anal probes.
And you know how skilled they are with the anal stuff...
Oh well, my flight to Isreal for this was canceled anyway, so now I won't miss anything!
Santa is coming?.....or COMING?!
so... is that a rocket ship in your pants pocket, or are you just happy to see me?
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